Hello Jim I will be disappointing you because this was a straight rendition I did about ten years ago with no hidden themes I'm afraid ! In this one what you see is what you get.
Thanks for your comments again.
Wonderful pic, Alan, full of life...nearly missed the boat this time for a wee comment! Now, the smogs and filth of the cities...Oh, how my nose twitches, and my lungs vibrate, at the very thought of such germ-filled globules. Ah, it makes me long again for the good oil days, when sparkling clouds of grime filled the heavens as I trudged along Dumbarton Road to my digs in Glasgow, after an exhausting day fast asleep in Glasgow University Library. The smog was beautifully bracing. Lovely, lovely stuff. When the nose twitched, and I sneezed explosively with precision, well, that was another hankie gone west...and that was in the days before Kleenex was so portable. I'm sorry I didn't keep my hankies, as I am sure the Tate would have loved their 'spontaneous art'. I do like the idea that there is nothing hidden here. With all that smog on the horizon, I can well believe it. Glasgow, by the way, has never been the same since it was cleaned up by these 'Health and Safety' fanatics with their clipboards, trying to justify their existence. I just cannot see my way around anymore. All the shops look different etc. - nothing but snackeries and eateries and fancy rest-your-aunts nowadays instead of the ironmonger's and the wee pokey art shops selling hack pics of Clyde steamers. For somone who still travels by 'dead reckoning', and 'just knew where to go', this is a step back in time and in development. It's not as noisy either, because of this clean-up craze, which means that I can't hear the trams clanging along (they were the first to vanish as they had dirty rails), and I don't know when to jump out the way...Far better when there was smog and bog and sog on every hand - and foot. So here's to a grimy scene, with flames, furnaces and fog. That was life as I knew it. (==D)(==D)(==D)(K)(K)(K) Donald.
What an impressive exultation on the joys of smog and smut. You are in fine company Donald
for Monet (before he made his money) celebrated the fog and smoke French style.
As you well know the "Impressionist" movement (although there was none in that first static picture) took its name from ships in a fog. Hail to the smoky exhausts of factory chimneys of ships funnels of steam trains and of those dedicated smokers of pipes, cheroots,cigars.cigarettes who sacrificed their health unselfishly so that artists could capture the combined effects of .....I was going to say "pollution" but the word has negative connotations so may I use.... profusion of particulates. I agree with you as far as one can see is not the objective.One can (so they tell me) see actresses undress at Hampstead from the London Eye. Surely it is more romantic not to be able to see the women walking across the street from one too clearly ? Then the imagination is fired like all of those blast furnaces
that have now been replaced by landscaped greenery. The devil must be very frustrated now he cannot swirl amongst the sulphur clouds any longer. Of course I could move to China but my chinese is limited to "Solly me no speak chinesa " Where was I ? Lost in a fog of nostalgia I think. Cough Cough !.(Cloud)
she was'nt that clean when I signed on Her in Birkenhead,19/9/1962. We did the West Indies run.
She was a good Ship,with a great crowd. Payed off in Poplar,Nov.62.
Keep up the good work Alan. ttfn. Peter.